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I bet you’re starting to realize how irreplaceable I am. You will always be searching for pieces of me in all of them.
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Perhaps the sun and moon were too enthralled by the ethereal beauty that you possess. They were also both adamant and undecided on who are more worthy to witness you, as they were both divided by day and night.
The sun wishes to see his ever so radiant rays gently kiss every inch of your skin, so you can not be harmed by his warmth.
Whereas the moon desires to gaze lovingly in your eyes, with nothing but his entire reflection glistening, as if he was looking into a mirror.
Being as self-centered as they were, they both placed a curse upon you. They both kept you awake for an eternity, pleasing them on both of their realms.
Now, come rest with me, my beloved. Keep your eyes on me, for the moon would not dare to make you stare at him lovingly. Keep your body close to mine, for the sun would not dare to kiss you with his warmth.
I am offering myself to be a tribute as your sacred space. I will forever be with you, as the sun arrives and sets.
— A poet once said to her insomniac lover.
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Last time I anticipated seeing someone the butterflies turned out to be warning signs
Fluttering their wings faster the closer I got to him like a bad game of hot and cold
When it ended it shattered the world around me, taking all of my soft parts with it and I hate to admit that I wondered if I would ever love someone like that again but you
You make both my lungs deflate whenever you’re around and most people exhaust me but I could never be tired of you but how I can tell you that
How can you not know when I watch you speak like I will never hear anything more important in my life and when I catch my breath when we make eye contact for too long
Why do I have to say it
Please don’t make me say it
And I hope you don’t have someone waiting for you
I hope you go to an empty house waiting for the right woman to make it a home and when you think about loving someone for the rest of your life I hope you think of me
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And as she rested her head on his chest, she begun to think that maybe, after everything, even she could hope. . Hope for a day she would finally feel at peace.
That night, she fell asleep dreaming of a future where she would, at last, be at home.
She couldn’t allow herself to get comfortable, not when all of this, not when HE felt like a mirage, a sick loophole.
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i miss you even in places we haven’t been to
i walk through the quiet streets of my new school, a temporary home until i move to the city where the noises can hopefully fill the hollowness in my chest from where your place used to be. though now as i walk through this quiet hell of mine, i feel all the emptiness, the absence, the longing and the remembering. i feel as if my mind is in a constant loop of memories and promises you said you’d keep like a broken record. i’m trying to find something in between the lines of the words you left with me and the memories, maybe, there’s something there i still didn’t see. i’m desperately trying to find new pieces of you and hold on to them like that’ll fill the you shaped hole in my heart that you left. i rode the bus, i rode the van and i tried to distract myself with the music, the people, the conversations and yet at the end the conclusion will always draw itself to you. i’m stuck in a loop of memories of you and me, in places we haven’t even been to but you told me we’d be and the places we’ve been to and can’t revisit again. everywhere i go is our place, even in my own home. you’re everywhere.
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RUBY TUESDAY
a story by: Yasse Santos
Like candlelight that burns in warmth, she looked up and smiled as delighted as ever. I missed that. Her soft pale lips rose. Contagious.
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dwell on me. please, think of me, and love me, and notice me, and imagine me with you. please, dwell on me.
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Please Know
Please know that I think of you more often than a cat thinks of snacks or a snail thinks of leaves or a the sky thinks of clouds.
Please know that I want happiness for you like a diamond wants a ring or a rhyme wants a melody or a book wants readers.
Please know that I dream of laying forever in your arms as nothing ever can describe, for I love you more than the tide loves the moon.
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cry ?
Nah, I prefer to bleed on paper.
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Maybe, in some other universe, where we are older and wiser and closer…. maybe we could’ve been happy. Maybe you would love me. Maybe I wouldn’t have hurt you. Maybe… our love would amaze and shock the world and they would know that surely, there is something more powerful than all else.
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A random Matt Murdock x f!vampire!reader thought I had on Halloween [and I’m now dropping it a month before Christmas ‘cause I can]
Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!vampire!reader
Warnings: vampires, religious imagery, dialogue heavy
a/n: lmk if you want me to turn this into an actual fic!! I enjoyed writing this little excerpt so if you want, I can spice my profile up and actually write this idea out!!
“This isn’t going to hurt me, you know?”
“Oh yeah?”
He stopped clutching the golden cross dangling from around his neck, building the perfect contrast to the crimson of his leather clad suit. The irony of the Devil’s horns paired with the religious piece of jewelry went straight past him, but never past the woman standing right before him on the steps of the small, abandoned chapel in the heart of New York City.
“Aren’t vampires supposed to burn at the sight of a crucifix?” He realized that burn might have been too strong of a word. “…or something equally as dramatic?” he added, the hint of a dark smirk gone lost in his voice.
She chuckled. The sound bounced off the high walls decorated with poison ivy and cobwebs, and the cracks in the stone were prove of the significant age of the catholic landmark. “That’s what humans like to believe,” she said. “In your pretty little heads it goes something like this: If the sight of Jesus on a cross can make the undead shake in their boots, God must surely be stronger than the evil lurking in the dark. I would know, I used to be like you once. A long time ago. But no, that’s actually a common misconception. The only emotion this crucifix elicits in me is pure, unbridled rage.”
“And you really think I’d believe that?”
“I would say take a look in the mirror, but,” she clicked her tongue, “I don’t think you are going to see anything. Not because the mirror would be empty but because you can’t see. That’s important to clarify.”
He chuckled. “Okay, I get it. You also have a reflection. You know, you could tell me anything you want, that still doesn’t make me believe you.”
“You don’t have a choice though.”
“Oh, I do. I always have a choice.”
“What, you want to throw garlic at me next?” The silence told her that he played with the thought. “Sweetie,” she cooed, condescension in its rawest form, “That’s not even going to leave a rash. Don’t like the smell or the taste, but then again, I do not require sustenance, so nobody cares that I don’t like garlic on my food.”
“So, no fear of crucifixes, no allergy to garlic and you have a reflection. Is anything they teach us about vampires real?”
“Fair question, but no. No matter how badly you want those myths to be reality, they’re just myths. Stories. Retellings. Children of the human imagination.”
“Bram Stoker’s Dracula.”
“Classic literature without meaning,” she said. “But it’s a good book, nonetheless.” He could hear the smile on her voice, which was about the only thing about her that was audible to his ears.
There was something terrifying about acknowledging the existence of vampires. They were dead, abominations, creation of Satan – vampires were unnatural, born from the deepest, darkest pits of hell.
Her lack of bodily functions made it almost impossible for him to anticipate her behavior and it had him right on the precipice bothering on insanity.
“You’re very educated, Matthew. I’m impressed. I like that I can talk to you on an intellectual level, although that outfit of yours is a disgrace hiding behind my favorite color.”
“Why,” he asked, “because blood is red?”
“Perhaps, or maybe it’s just because red looks good on almost everyone.”
He scoffed.
“Dear Matthew, I know I’m currently breaking your mind, but fear not! I don’t want to kill or eat you,” she said. “Not your blood anyway.” Her eyes trailed over his body. Needy they were. Aroused, even.
He caught up on it. The longing glance, the lick of her lips, letting the saliva drip from her tongue to her bottom lip. He didn’t need to see to imagine her wild eyes undressing him.
“What do you want?” he asked. The last thing he wanted was for her to get the wrong idea.
But that dangerous woman already had the wrong idea. In her head, it was the right one. An attractive man entering her temporary stay… she would be the last person to say no to that.
“Nothing,” she stated. “I don’t have an ulterior motive. I know you want to have a reason to hate me other than the fact that I stand against everything your little catholic heart stands for, but I can’t offer you that.”
He scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
“Myths, novels, folklore and everything else that even remotely borders on fantasy is something that feeds your human brain with things you understand. You want to believe what you know to be true in order to justify my untimely death if you were to drive a stake through my heart or something equally as dramatic. That way, you wouldn’t have to feel guilty for murdering me, but since you can probably tell that there is a faint heartbeat in my chest, it’d still be murder.”
“Untimely?” he scoffed. “I doubt that a vampire’s death could ever be untimely.”
“Three and a half centuries is actually pretty early for my species. Equals about the age of twenty in human years.”
“I don’t understand,” he expressed, desperate and he looked so small then, standing below her.
“My advice,” she said, taking a step down from her pedestal, “delete everything you think you know about vampires from lore or mythology and start making up your own mind.“
“Why?”
“Ask yourself this instead, why not? Why believe anything you can’t prove to be either false or true just because you have a gut feeling, or your world views are different? Isn’t that called prejudice?”
“Prejudice?”
“Yes. I know big words too, Matthew. I mean, I am very old.” Her smirk told him she took this anything but seriously. “Well, you are catholic,” she said. “Catholics thrive off of prejudice.”
Matt shook his head. “You have no right to judge me.”
“I’m not judging you. I’m simply telling you to open up your mind to the possibility that there might be actually a power that’s even stronger than God. Just the possibility. Consider that. Rethink the world, rethink your religion, even. Rethink everything and reconsider what’s really important. Once you’ve done that, come back and have tea with me. If we’re still not on the same page then, you may drive that stake through my heart after all. I know you want to. God knows you want to. The only person who doesn’t know,” she said, tilting her head to the side as if she was talking cutely to a child, “is you, Matthew.”
“Deal,” he spoke before his brain even got the chance to think about it. “But don’t think for a moment that you’re in control of me. I can make my own decisions, and if I end up deciding to get rid of you, that’s my choice too.”
The vampire shrugged. “That’s fine by me. I do not fear death in the way you humans do.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled breathlessly, “When I’m done with you, you’re gonna wish I’d been so merciful as to kill you.”
“Feisty, I like it,” she said, a smirk dancing on her lips in a heated salsa. “I look forward to talking to you again, Matthew.”
Her heels sounded faintly against the stone floor as she disappeared into the darkness of the abandoned church walls.
“You’re going to sleep in your coffin now?” he couldn’t help but toss after her.
The sweet sound of her usually so dooming laugh filled his ears. “Bed, actually,” she said, not even raising her voice from wherever she stood to stop and listen to him. “Coffins are so eighty-seven.”
Matt shook his head. He had always feared the creatures of the night, like the sisters at the orphanage told him to, and the priests at church always taught God’s disciples to be weary of Satan because Lucifer hides behind the most beautiful faces. The snake lurks in the dark and every person, male of female, represents Eve in the Garden of Eden, submissive to the silver tongue of the devil. That’s why you have to be on the lookout, they told them. He’s in people you don’t expect, and the creatures of the night wait for you to let them in so they can corrupt you.
Somehow though, this one was different. She was much different from what he expected and somehow, that intrigued him more than it scared him. She could have killed him but she didn’t. She could have eaten him but she didn’t. She had the opportunity, yet she chose not to.
He left the church instead of following his instincts to trap her and lock her away. He left and he decided to rethink everything, like she told him to.
What could possibly go wrong?
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"You're going to hell," he says with a shake of his head and an ear to ear grin.
"Oh, I am for sure going to hell," I reply, leaning back in my seat. "But not because I deserve it. When God sends me there, it will be because he is terrified of me."
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I never imagined that missing you would feel like my chest cracked open. I knew I thought about you every time I saw an ice cream sandwich or thought about the woods. I knew the photos I had saved on my phone made my lungs constrict and that every night before I went to bed I wondered what I did to make you go away
But you didn’t see it, you said.
You didn't know, you said.
Was it just that easy for you to pretend that you wanted me? Was I just a distraction to your miserable life because you were lonely and alone and drinking too much and you wanted someone to tell you that you were still worth but I don't think that’s true anymore
I had a whole speech prepared in my head about how you were going to come back like you always do and I was going to make you grovel because you deserve to you deserve to fight for me back you deserve to put in the work but I folded and I told you I missed you because it was bleeding out of all of my orfices and I had to say it I had to say it to you and you told me ‘okay’ you told me ‘miss me. I dont care’
How can you not care
I have loved you since I was sixteen years old I have waited for you every since since I have known what love was so how can you say you don’t care
I sat in your waiting room, hoping that you would come and find me and tell me you were wrong. We belong together. Please come back. I pictured too many late nights and early mornings and kisses and I love yous and I was always the one you came back to you said am I always the one you leave too?
It’s been a long time since the idea of someone didn’t exhaust me but you come easy to me, like a light drizzle that I don’t even have to use my wipers to make go away. You were always the one for me. Why wasn;t I the one for you?
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am i that forgettable?
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I never knew that love could be like this; I know it can be soft, kind, and understanding, but despite the feeling of being loved, despite these things, there's still a hole that only we could fix. No matter how our loved ones pour all their love into us, it is like a futile attempt to let ourselves feel okay just by having their love. I've always told myself we cannot give what we do not have, yet here I am, loving but slowly drifting. It is like a race where only I can decide whether its time for me to stop this madness or let my loved ones hug my imperfections, or maybe I'm scared to show my weakness as I always prioritize loving myself even more or maybe I still haven't loved my self, perhaps I'm just faking it to act tough and be ready when people decide to break my trust again. I no longer hope; I go with the flow.
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Krisnix - Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibilty AU, for the prompts, please? 😉🌹
"You do not suppose me capable of real feeling-- do you, Klavier? I will admit that I do not wear my heart upon my sleeve as you do, but you are wrong to assume that it does not beat and burn and long just as fiercely as your own does. I have known of Mr. Edgeworth's prior claim for months now, and for those months, I have thought of little else than Phoe--than Mr. Wright and the regard that I still hold for him. But the family needs my strength and my resolve--not least after your own romantic disappointment--so I remain ever the sense to counterbalance your own sensibility."
Klavier said nothing in reply but placed a steady hand on his brother's shoulder, until Kristoph covered the hand with one of his own.
Send me a prompt and I'll write a 4-5 sentence drabble about it
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